The man turned around, and upon seeing that Ye Xiaofei was nothing but a country bumpkin security guard, said arrogantly, "Got any more business with me? If you're thinking of forcing yourself on me, I can sue you for attempted assault."
Ye Xiaofei sneered. His preferences were very straightforward, okay? He grunted, "Buddy, how many layers of clothes are you wearing?"
"What?"
The man's face flashed with panic, and his heart rate soared. He swallowed his saliva, then said righteously, "That's an invasion of my privacy. What do you care how many layers I'm wearing? You're sick!"
Having said that, the man hastened his step in a panic, nearly tripping over a stone.
"Just knew you were up to no good!"
Ye Xiaofei's heart settled, praising himself as a disciple of Detective Conan, who was an apprentice of Holmes. He turned off his flashlight, put it in his pocket, pointed at the man, and shouted, "You, stop right there."
